THE DANDY SHIP
We’ve a ship
And a crew;
A mate
And a captain too;
A doctor
Who’s a dand’ old sinner,
And a darkey
To cook the dinner.
Chorus. It’s dance, sailors, dance!
It’s dance, the sailors, dance!
We’ll all night till the daylight,
And then go to sea in the mornin’!
We’ve a lot
Of passengers,
Who live on chicken
And sassengers;
A steward
To their mess;
Likewise a dandy—
Stew—ard—ess!
Chorus. It’s dance, the sailors, dance!
It’s dance, the sailors, dance!
We’ll all night till the daylight,
And then go to sea in the mornin’!
“Shiftin’ and changin’ it is understood,”
Said Abner Chapin, “never come to good.”
“Yes,” the Stranger, “that is very true,
Who goes for many but very few;
Who makes full many a cross,
And ne’er any moss;
The of which word is funny:
In common Yiddish Hebrew, means money,
And are men—take Peter for a sample—
Excuse me, friends, I know of an example
Of a fish who about so long
He a byword, then a song,
Which I will sing you though it is distressin’,
Not that you need it—as a lesson.”
